Page 102 of Wickedly Played
Smiling, I shrug against him. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
He holds me tighter. “You could have. You would have. I know you would. Serena, you’re fucking amazing. I know how great you are.”
Max’s attentiveness all night was exactly what I needed after doing a scene with him with a power exchange. “Baby?”
“Mmm?” I answer sleepily.
His fingers are combing through my tangled hair after the last shower we took. “Do you think you’re going to do your webcam again or Domme again?”
I smirk against his chest. “I miss it.”
Max’s grip holds me tighter. “As long as you know you belong to me and you let me take care of you afterward, you should do what makes you happy.”
“You like to take care of me,” I breathe.
Kissing the top of my head, he chuckles. “Now that you’ve realized I can take care of you, I want to. Sweetness, I’m not a good man. I’m going to fuck up. I’m going to piss you off. I’m going to say the wrong thing at times.”
“You should have just stopped at the first sentence,” I retort. My body tenses at his words because I know he’s right. I know what men in the mafia are capable of. Lorcan and Connor had no problems killing someone who fucked up their coffee orders, so I’m not naïve when it comes to Max.
He brushes my hair back. “Baby, what I’m trying to say is that I still have shit I’m going to work on. My sleep is one of them-”
I cut him off before he could continue. “You don’t have nightmares when you’re holding me,” I whisper against him.
“You’re right.” Max clucks his tongue. “I’m not going to lie; I don’t like the thought of other men looking at my woman as she gets herself off.”
“But…?”
“I know you’re mine.”
“Yes,” I murmur. “Yours.”
He kisses the fuck out of me, turning me on to the point where I’m about to beg him to fuck me again, before he stops.“We have to stop, Serena. Get your sexy ass into the shower. We have somewhere to be.”
Pouting, I watch his retreating frame from the bed. “Where are we going?” I don’t remember anything planned for today.
In the blink of an eye, he’s standing above me with my nipple pinched between his fingers. “Baby, you might be their Domme out there, but you’re not mine. I told you to get showered and dressed.” With a quick pull, I yelp as he lets go of my sensitive bud.
“You don’t have to be so mean…” I gripe.
“You must really want your ass striped with a belt, don’t you?”
An hour later, I’m dressed in a pair of black jeans, knee-high boots, a tight-fitted boat neck turtleneck, and Max is helping me out of the Escalade into one of the restaurants downtown. My hair is back in my signature high ponytail, I usually wore it in when I was in Domme-space, and it feels fucking amazing to be embracing Mistress Aphrodite again.
Thinking of how much I missed this version of myself brings a feeling of sadness, so I try to push away. This is the longest Stella I have gone without speaking. She hadn’t reached out since my attack, but I also haven’t been checking any of the previous messages from my old phone. I haven’t gone on my cam websites, either, or checked in with my manager to go over my next steps.
I feel as if I’m ready to take the following steps, and the next steps include Max. If my viewers and previous submissives no longer want me because of my attack or my submission to Max, then that’s on them.
“What are you thinking about, baby?” Max asks with a quirk of an eyebrow. He’s stopped in front of the door with his arms wrapped around my back.
“I think I figured it all out and I’ve come to terms with it,” I giggle.
He squeezes me closer to his chest to block the cold air from biting us. “What’s that?”
“That it doesn’t make me less of a Domme for getting what I needed and wanted from you. It makes me more of one for knowing I trust you to give it to me,” I murmur against his lips.
Before he opens the door, he pulls out a delicate diamond necklace. The gems twinkle in the lights as they hit them just right. He fastens it around my neck before kissing me on my cheek. “I’m glad. Let’s get this done so that we can go back home. I want to fuck your ass.”
My fingers dance over the cold metal on my neck. “Did you just collar me?”
